repository

To The Core

The use and waste
The waste and use
The isle of man
The man of isle
And
For on we go
to no enough
to nothing good
for all the bad
All the sad
And the green
Algae
Upon the seas
Upon oceans
That warm the
Water and
Wind the air:
The moon
Pulls
and Pulls
and Ebbs and
wells
Upon the Land.

(It’s just all the
Sun’s fucking
fault)